You still have time to BEHAVE BADLY !!!

FIRST! Blessings to everyone who is affected by the Chilean earthquake and the current tsunamis. Bless you, bless you, bless you...
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Yes, most darling Big Cats, you still have time to BEHAVE BADLY !!! Just stroll on over to ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY and take the blog tour, titled, EROTIC LOVE IN THE SPRINGTIME... yep, the Kougar sauntered through and had a splendidly passionate springtime... thank you, to all the participating authors.

Plus ~ she found one of her fave poets of all times quoted ~

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

And! Gem Sivad, author of Western Erotic Romance, is one of the participating authors. Her blog, alone, is worth the tour, in this kitty girl’s humble opinion ~

New beginnings, the wildly orchestrated outpouring of exotic color, tantalizing scents, wet heat, raging storms, the courtship of mating animals…

Moi’s comment ~

Gem, you’ve made my day with that sensual sexy passionate presentation.

I love walking or running in the Spring rain when it’s gentle kisses on your skin.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Who Loves Ya Baby?
By Paris Brandon

Hopefully your life is filled with people who love you. For me, that's always been the icing on the cake and the cream-filled middle. You trust the people you love and this, ultimately, is the basis of any lasting relationship.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 426 ~

Sylva nearly chuckled. “Sashayed? Her buttocks were bare, right?” Her cowboy nodded, his whiskey-colored eyes glistening with devilishly. “It was a full moon night as far as Bill was concerned. Inside he was baying at the moon like a rutting hound dog.” Sylva shoved at her husband’s chest. “I’ll just bet he was baying. I’m surprised his trousers weren’t wrapped around his ankles, tripping him.” Grinning, Zeke trapped her hand beneath his. “Ole Bill was determined to be as gentlemanly as he could. His trousers were still holding his ‘desire’ at bay.” Sylva cracked a big smile. “At bay... baying.”

Zeke surely loved the feel of his Sylva’s hand over his heart. “Give me half a chance and a full moon view, darlin’, and I’ll be baying at your beautiful backside.” His woman favored him with what he called an eye-melting look. “You say the nicest things,” she softly crooned. “I have to say I hope it continues...” Uncertainty dulled her eyes a bit. Zeke felt his heart thump for her, for the pain she’d obviously suffered emotionally. He teased her with a grin. “Bill was just finished removing his wife’s boot when she grabbed his tie and pulled him...”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 425 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
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Spring arriving smooches from the Kougar...

X-Flash of the Nude Dancer at Elazion

Late night meows, my Monday Beautiful KitKats... a wintry mix has settled on the tame prairie and the temps have dropped.... this Big Cat is shivering...brrrrrr.... it was an icy splendor when she fist awakened, even though, it was around freezing and not frigid... now, there’s a layer of snow... still, there’s a fast way to put yourself on to boil... read the flashies at ~

Sunday Flash Fiction at Liquid Silver ~ February 21, 2010 ~ That’s taboo…I like it ~ by Jolie Cain
It’s time for Flash Fiction Sunday again. If you’re new to flashing (wink, wink), the rules are pretty simple. Just write a short (around 100 words) piece that relates to the theme of the day. Our theme today is The Forbidden. The Taboo. The Very, Very Naughty.

Moi’s mewsing ~

Omygawd!!! Hawt, hawt, hawt... Jolie, Gem and Juniper... I swear that rattlesnake shifter WIP I started is looking better all of a sudden.

Okay, I couldn't really come up with a taboo, since it wouldn't matter if it was taboo or not, I'd want my fantasy just as much... so I went with this...

Nude Dancer at Elazion

Drakur unfolded his large frame from his sleek black flyer and strode toward the intimate nightspot, the Elazion. She was supposed to dance tonight, the woman who occupied his thoughts so ferociously he’d turned into a bad-tempered bear. Private Detective to the wealthy and anyone who sought justice, he now spent his precious energy thinking of ways to entice her into his bed, instead of concentrating on his cases, and handling them with his usual competence and ease. Held in the highest esteem, the nude dancers were off limits, untouchable, unless they consented to being taken, or taken care of.

Shandryss watched herself in the crystalline mirror of her vanity. Languorously she swept the comb through her waist-length hair pleased with the sheen and silky heaviness. Physically and mentally, she prepared herself to dance as she most desired her performance. She danced only when inspired, only at her artistic pleasure, as did every nude dancer in the metropolis of Ovocha. Freeing her mind of thought, she gazed at her face. The indigo-tinted lighting luminesced her features, sharpening them, causing her to appear more exotic. She warmed inside to seductive, a woman who wished to please men with her carnal sensuality.

Drakur smoothed his hand downward, adjusting his double-breasted evening jacket. After a glance at the small empty stage, he lowered himself to the chair at his private table, centrally placed, yet not too close. He wanted a certain view of her as she revealed her naked body. He also wanted her know he was available, as his table indicated. Only so many men were allowed inside for each woman’s performance. Having no idea when ‘she’ would dance, he’d arrived early and paid a premium for this spot. She’d danced directly in front of him before, slinking atop his table once.

Shandryss allowed her thoughts to center on the ruggedly handsome Private Detective who’d attended all of her performances for the past half year. Rarely was she tempted by a man or how he could sexually please her in his bed. The art of the dance, the creative act of seduction, itself, is what lived inside her as a fierce and ever-driving passion. Yet, something about his strong presence, his dedicated persistence, the deep admiration and the bold desire glinting in his gaze... certainly, he’d spent a small fortune by now. Though, many men had devoted themselves to watching her dance.

Drakur tasted the drink he’d ordered. The potent anise flavor burned down his throat in the way he favored. For an instant, the smolder diverted his attention away from the pole his cock had become, already making a tent of his loose trousers. Other women had become his past, except for one, who demanded nothing more than a roll and a fuck from him. Lately, he’d cast her aside, having no desire to keep using her as a way to relieve his unrelenting appetite for Shandryss. Even her performance name taunted him, excited him and scorched the length of shaft.

Shandryss rose and propped her bare foot on the satin-covered stool. She caressed the gleaming lotion onto each of her legs, then gradually covered her entire body. Beneath the luminosity of the Elazion’s lights her flesh would glow provocatively with each movement of her unrehearsed dance. The dance would arrive from her innermost self, inspired by the music, by her mood, by the men who watched her. She practiced her art nearly everyday for the sheer love of it, for the euphoria of discovering what her body could do athletically and artistically. To learn how she wished to express herself.

Drakur endured the performances of the three dancers, sexually beautiful presentations of the Goddess. Yet, they weren’t the woman who’d staked a permanent claim on his loins. Yeah, permanent. He didn’t fool himself. Only the fact that he would be banned forever from the Elazion stopped him from possessing Shandryss with his touch. Stopped him from dragging her close and kissing her lush lips until she willingly clung to him, and wanted him enough to let him bed her. Knowing she was about to perform, he gulped down the last swallow of his drink, then surreptitiously observed the other men.

Shandryss glided to the center of the stage, merely a half-circle extension of the Elazion’s slick shimmering floor. Keeping her gaze lowered, she listened to the opening strains of the music she’d chosen. To the languishing soft-sweltering tempo she allowed her white satin robe to fall from her body and pool around her. Utter silence prevailed, except for the sultry rise of the music around her. Shandryss moved, her arms twining above her head. Sensually arranging her body in the demure invitation of a rain goddess, she danced, presenting a series of sinuous poses, then fluidly whirling among the tables.

Drakur sat like a statue, completely transfixed as the robe slipped from Shandryss. Her exquisitely formed body undulated, each curve beckoning him again and again. Enhanced to blue radiance by the lighting, she lissomely spun as if she truly danced on the glistening blue surface of a lake. His perfect goddess, she drowned him with her beauty, tormented his loins with her inspired dance, and made a tidal wave out of his most ruthless passions. Only for her. The gorgeous writhing of her body moved closer to every man until the crescendo of the music. She fled, a chased nymph.

Shandryss breathed rapidly from the exertion of her dance. And, she admitted for the man who had powerfully chased her every move with his gaze. Why not discover if he could please her passionate appetite? With the performances ended for the evening, she swayed toward his table before reason could stop her. The attack of his gaze, the hope blazing in his eyes, had her hips exaggerating their natural swing. Like a feline she launched on top of his table, then leaned forward on her elbows. Watching his hunger devour her, she touched her fingertip to his offered his fingertip.
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FEATURED on Sunday, February 21, 2010 ~
The Authors Behind ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY

Who ARE the Romance Writers Behaving Badly?
Stay tuned in the upcoming weeks to get to know us a bit better…
But for now here is a sneak peek:
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 420 ~

Sylva wiggled with impatience. “Go on. You’re telling a damn good story, but....” Her cowboy’s eyes twinkled. “Since her niece had arrived to find herself a husband,” he continued, “and had almost gotten herself into a heap o’ trouble with a no-good, Lulabelle’s aunt decided Bill would do. If nothing else, she figured her niece would be kept satisfied by Bill’s husbandly demands.” Sylva raised up, gazing at her own husband. “You mean, Lulabelle had gotten frisky, to say it one way?” Zeke nodded. “Yep, her womanly needs burned like wildfire. After a few weeks of proper courtin’, Bill proposed.”

Zeke surely enjoyed his woman’s avid little face. “Bet ole Bill was rootin’ and tootin’ for his marriage night.” Tangling his finger’s in his wife’s hair, Zeke tenderly gripped. “Rootin’ and tootin’ is a good way to say it. His private parts were certainly up to the job and lettin’ him know daily how much, even though, he was readying the ranch for the arrival of his future wife the best he could, and wearin’ himself out each day. Meanwhile, Lulabelle’s aunt was personally seein’ to the wedding and the celebration they planned to put on for relatives and friends.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 419 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Naked dancing kiss from the Kougar...

Behaving Badly, it's here and it's coming...

Greetings, weekender KitKats... hiss and boo, the gray skies have returned... though, the rain is good for the tame prairie... and, mews good news, it’s not freezing... oh, that synchronicity... yep, the Kougar was listening to the Power Hour on internet radio and Hoss or Dan Blocker of Bonanza was mentioned... tail-switching maybe that means something good for BRANDED BY THE TEXANS...since Bonanza was one of the inspirations for the Kougar’s story.
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Yep Yowsers, don’t pull up your trousers! Behaving Badly, it’s here and it’s coming... THE BLOG, that is. Starting Sunday, February 21st, the Grand Opening Bash begins for the multi-author blog, ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~ http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com ~ if you lick your chops over the sinful and naughty side of sex and passion... join us.
The Kougar is one of the participating authors... give a glimpse to the list below of the authors blogging first.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Oh, a big roar of thanks to erotic romance author, Michelle Polaris. She gave the Kougar’s HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES a mention at ~

Friday Spotlight: Michelle Polaris

Up, Up and Away!

I thought to revisit a fun subject I blogged about at the Naughty Author Chicks this past January and have included some of that text below. Since I am trying hard to add fun and play into my life (see my earlier post this week entitled “Not Light and Fluffy”) I will end the week at Whipped Cream’s Spotlight on a light note. So let’s talk superheroes.

~ http://whippedcream2archives.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-spotlight-michelle-polaris.html?zx=257a8c95061bc41c ~
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Coming to the blogosphere ~~~ Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly ~~~

BTW, the mini bios are scheduled to post on Sunday the 21st to kick off our official "grand opening."

The blogs in order are:

RWBB Blog (Anchor Blog)
Jeanne St. James (jeannestjames.blogspot.com)
Chloe Waits (chloewaits.blogspot.com)
Elise Hepner (celise91writer.com)
Dawne Prochilo (dawneprochilo.blogspot.com)
Madelyn Ford (madelynford.com/blog)
Gem Sivad (gemsivad.wordpress.com)
Jacqueline Paige (jacqpaige.blogspot.com)
Sara Brookes (sarabrookes.net)
Lissa Matthews (lissamatthews.blogspot.com)
Becca Simone (wilderroses.blogspot.com)
Keta Diablo (ketadiablo.blogspot.com)
Christa Paige (christapaige.com)
Mary Quast (maryquast.blogspot.com)
Raven Bower (ravens-hollow.blogspot.com)
Madison Scott (writermadisonscott.blogspot.com)
Jaime Aline (jasaare.com)
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FOR AUTHORS and ASPIRING AUTHORS check out this blog post.

Morgan Mandel-Small Press Author Does Indie

Join author Morgan Mandel and her take on Indie publishing. She's had an interesting journey, and I think you'll enjoy reading about her experiences on my blog.
~ http://celiayeary.blogspot.com ~

Celia Yeary

celiayeary.com
Texas Blue
All My Hopes and Dreams
Showdown in Southfork
(All available from The Wild Rose Press)
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 418 ~

Sylva felt all deliciously bubbly inside. “Did ole Bill fall head over heels for the young miss?” she asked. Zeke flashed a grin. “He sure as heckfire felt the pangs of lust and an instant admiration for the blonde-haired beauty, who he took to immediately wooing. Course, he charmed her aunt, as well, presenting himself as a proper gentleman well on his way to landed prosperity.” Sylva slipped her hand down her husband’s chest, enjoying the feel of him even more. “Landed prosperity... hmmm, who was the aunt and was she buying Bill’s claim?” Sylva kept stroking her sexy cowboy.

Zeke covered his Sylva’s hand. “Darlin’, if you keep that up, I’ll be up and this joke will never get told.” The shadow that flitted in his wife’s eyes, and her stillness as if she’d been reprimanded, had him pressing kisses to her fingertips, then saying, “I want you touching me like that always, darlin’ mine.” A smile warmed her beautiful features again. “By all means, handsome, finish the joke.” Flattening her palm to his chest again, Zeke caressed the top of her hand for a few moments. “Lulabelle’s aunt was married to the owner of the town’s general store...”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 417 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP HAS ARRIVED ~ http://infowars.com ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Misbehaving smooches from the Kougar...